The Aftermath

Chapter 7

Dean had been with Seamus for about a week. Spending time roaming the country side. Eating the best Irish cusine Seamus' mom could make. Finally sketching stuff that wasn't Seamus. If sketching his best mates home country counted. It didnt but Dean was perfectly happy with this alternative. Especially since Seamus had the annoying habbit of going through his sketchbook. At the moment he was outside on the phone. Talking to his older sister. Dean had no idea where Seamus was. Dean was a wizard but he didn't live in a wizarding town so it was always an experience being so oversaturated with magic outside of Hogwarts.

"So have you told him yet?"

"No. It's not that easy, Jen. Besides I'd have to admit I'm gay before even travelling down that road."

"You haven't even done that yet? What the hell have you done for a whole week?"

"Walked on beaches. Mountain hikes. We only just got back and he's off to another wizard village whit his mates." He listed them off and sort of mumbled the last name.

"What was that last one."

"Michael." Dean was hoping she didn't hear him. He was also glad the silencing charm didn't mess with the phones ability to work.

"Oh." He hated her tone. She was judging him. He could feel it. Why couldn't she just come out with it? Say what she was thinking. Why was she torturing him with heightened tones? Just evil. He wasn't going to take the bait. He refused to lower himself to her accusations.

"What is that supposed to mean," Dammit. Dean was annoyed with himself. His willpower didn't last beyond his thought process. And there was too much defence in his response. Damn his sister to hell.

"Just you seem to have some issues with him. It was in your tone."

Don't take the bait twice. Don't do it, Dean. You can save yourself. Don't let her win. You're the wizard. You should be able to outwit your muggle sister. Deep breaths deep...

"I don't like the way he looks at Seamus," Fuck. He heard her chuckle. How did she do this so effortlessly without even a drop of magic? If he could keep his gayness from his best friend for years, how the hell could he not hide something as simple as a spout of jealousy over the phone from his sister?

"Are you sure you're not imagining it. Besides, you are all wizards. Can't you just magically find out."

"Oh god no. If he sensed the spell then Seamus and his ever inquiring over-bubbly energetic self would not let go on why I was casting memory charms on his friends. Especially covert ones. Then I'd have to admit I like him and. Just no Jen. No." He could hear her still laughing. Mocking him the way only a sibling would. They all did. Even his younger siblings.

"Honestly you came home that Christmas talking to no end about your new best friend. It was obvious you liked him. You didn't even realise your ranting had accidentally outed you until mom pointed it out. Your denial of that crush was epic."

"Please don't remind me. I was eleven and had just outed myself. Self-preservation was my instant mode. I was trying to salvage the situation."

"The city was bombed and burned to a crisp. Even with magic there was no salvaging it."

"I couldn't know that at that age!" Dean was definitely not in the mood for his sister's amusement at his expanse.  Yet she continued on.

"Yeah but a whole week of trying to prove your straightness. That was a bit extreme."

"Can we get back on topic?" He really didn't want to relive the Christmas he was forced to accept his gayness. Especially since his family encouraged all his overly hetero antics that entire week which made the lie even worse. He could feel them mocking him everytime they encouraged him to talk about cute girls at school. His family were professionals at obvious passive aggressiveness. Which is actually aggressiveness if one thought about it, masquerading as covert. Dean stopped thinking he didn't have time to muse over his families manipulating tactics that they only used on him.